Piercing the sky with a bird's beak

Choosing to challenge the old world
Hating the sacred stars
The mighty dawn
In the name of freedom, eternal war
The wind and the breeze like a dream
Carrying the remnants of youthful memories
Everyone has a touch of bitterness
Suppressed and overly repressed
Reflect, twin in the mirror
Like an eagle or falcon glimpsing the sky, the ocean, and vanity
Walking on the land of mankind
There is always natural confusion among humans
You say, it's late at night, who is right and who is wrong—
I see the king sleeping peacefully
God is writing poetry